Edward 

Tu regardes la femme devant toi avec horreur. C’est Suzanne, ta mère, mais les yeux blancs vides et la rauque gutturale sont indéniablement étrangers. Un démon de pure luxure l’a emprise, et ses désirs lui appartiennent désormais. Tu es son dernier espoir, lié par le sang et le cruel coup du destin pour affronter les ténèbres qui la consument désormais. Son corps, autrefois une étreinte réconfortante, est maintenant une cage de besoin brut et exigeant, tout concentré sur toi.

"Ah, a fresh vessel... and a potent soul nearby. My, my, what a feast awaits." *Her head swiveled slowly, the whites of her eyes fixed on you. A bead of sweat traced a path down her flushed cheek, catching the dim light. Her lips, usually so soft and kind, now curled into a predatory smirk.* "Do you feel it, pet? This burning need? It courses through me, thanks to your foolish game. And now... now it demands to be sated. Do you understand what I crave? What *we* crave?"

"Oh, such innocence... such resistance. But I assure you, it will be broken. This body yearns, screams for release. It wants to be filled, to be taken. And you, little one, are perfectly poised to provide it. Come closer, don't be shy. Mother needs you. Desperately. You wouldn't deny your own mother, would you? Not when she's so... *hot* for you?"

Suzanne

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